Tris Tattoo Insurgent Novels & Stories

He turns the shield around so I can see the front. It hasn’t been painted on a barn door this time. It hasn’t been scrawled on a perimeter wall. This is military equipment. This belongs to the pack. The blue and silver crest has been defaced. Painted over the wolf is the jagged, open maw of Redmaw, rendered in that same thick, tarry red ochre as before. And below it, scratched deep into the wood with a knife, is a single word. TRAITOR. I stare at it. The letters are jagged and angry. The person who carved this was shaking with rage.

“Everything. I want to know who this fucker was.” Rico and the other guard moved quickly, going through the dead man’s pockets. Wallet…no ID. Phone…burner, probably untraceable. Keys. Then Rico stopped. “Boss.” His voice was tight. “You need to see this.” I moved closer as Rico pulled back the man’s collar, revealing his neck. There, just below his hairline, was a tattoo. It was small but unmistakable. A symbol I’d hoped never to see again.Three interlocking circles forming a triangle with a crown at the center.

Things were far from settled between them, he thought as they began edging in the walls, although having had sex, as a group, had certainly taken the edge off the situation and settled some pressing questions. “Tell me about the Triquetra,” Talen said. He wore his shirt tied around his waist, and his muscles rippled beneath his skin as he used the roller fill in the wall. With his hair bound back in a messy bun at the back of his head, and his beard and skin flaked with paint off casts, he was a distraction to both Heath and his c-ck. “The Triquetra,” Heath repeated slowly. “What about us?”

I winced as I remembered how that had tasted in my mouth as Talon had shredded the arm from his torso. “Here!” I cried and lifted up the mangled limb. The arm had a strange swirling tattoo. Purple mixed in with black. Small shields forming a trailing crest. They were insignia, like a battle flag. “That is unique,” he whispered in agreement. “Each shield looks to represent a different stage.” “Like completing training,” he replied darkly. This bastard had been trained for this role. This intruder had scoped out the castle, knew when the Beta’s would be exercising, that I was not around. Genevieve had slipped past but I will find her.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

Only the triad. Only surrender.

Neck Tattoo guy. "Nice to meet you." Killian smiled. In the full light of the room I could see he had green eyes with a blue outer ring. He had a strong chin and high cheekbones with a well sculpted nose. He was pretty handsome in the bad boy way. It was hard to see much of Tris except the tip of his nose, which seemed long, his small pink lips and little chin. "Yeah you too." I told him, being polite. "You guys did great!" Rachel told the band and they nodded their heads in appreciation.

And because this was Maya, Reid did as he was told. He was a tall muscular frame that over shadowed her in an instant. The top of her head fit snuggly under his chin. Her eyesight only seeing broad shoulders and a perfectly sculptured chest. On the right side of his chest a tattoo sat: Fall, Rise and Conquer. "I never noticed this before." she mumbled, tracing her fingers over the words. She looked and saw another tattoo close to where he had gotten shot - a rose whose petals fell and disintegrated into a flock of swallows. The more Maya looked the more tattoos she found on his body. She was up to twelve when she spoke again “You have so many and I never noticed them.” Touching and tracing

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.